Red Ink Musings

I lost my soul in

The waking. And

There were

Times when I dreamt

Moonscapes more real

Than these four

Walls.

 

But alas, dreams

Come to nought.

Now I wish upon

Helicopters

And write red ink

Letters

To the characters

Of my conscious.

Reviews

[just is]

wow i loved the last stanza, this is really amazing,
I am liking your style.